Two minutes later
With a weary heart and soul, Yidon transported back to the preparation room. He cast a glare at Mo Tan who was cheerfully humming a song and sighed deeply, "Why can you lose a match and still seem so at ease? I feel like I'm shedding hair from exhaustion!"
"Quit being dramatic. With the few strands of hair you currently have, you can't afford to lose any."
Mo Tan shook his head in an earnest way, got up, walked over to Yidon and flashed a grin that revealed at least eight teeth, "You're impressive, really. After all, you did manage to bring me down in the end. It seems like there's plenty of potential in you. Well done, very well done~"
"Your 'potential' my ass!"
Yidon let out an exasperated sigh as he collapsed onto his chair and grinned wryly: "I'm not proud of almost threatening my own sanity despite having such a huge advantage. Honestly, if we were in a fair fight, I'd probably be long gone."
